The Novel The Giver Novels & Stories

For the first time that day, I felt something close to relief. That night, when I got home, Daisy was waiting with a small package on the table. She said Gabriel had dropped it off. My heart jumped a little. I asked what it was. She smiled and said, “It’s for me.” Inside was a children’s book about courage. He had written a small note inside the cover. It said, For Daisy. Brave hearts shine brightest when the world gets loud.

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.

He unwrapped it slowly, then placed it in her hands. A necklace. Simple, but beautiful. A tiny charm shaped like a flame hung from the center, made from some kind of glowing amber. The moment her fingers closed around it, she felt it—warmth. A pulse. Like it was alive. “It belonged to the last Fireborn,” he said. “She didn’t survive the war that came.” Evelynn looked at him sharply. “What war?” “The kind that hides in shadows,” Aiden said. “Not with armies or flags. With whispers. With blood. And with monsters.”

She reached into her bag and pulled it out. River’s second novel. The dedication page bookmarked. She handed it to me like it might bite her. Calla – POV River took the book gently, flipped it open, and read the inscription aloud: “To the ones we never got to meet — but somehow knew all along.” The girl looked at River. Really looked. And whispered, “That’s me, isn’t it?” River – POV I don’t know how I stayed standing. The air went thin. Every part of me went still.

“Just do as you’re told for once in your life. Give me your feet. It’ll help you relax. And then you can enjoy your present.” My curiosity sparks like a flame. He holds up a red-wrapped package, heavy-looking in his hands. Instantly intrigued, I turn and snatch it from him, already grinning as I rip the paper open. It's a book. I look up at him. “It’s a romantic novel,” Aiden says, his eyes flicking between my face and the gift. “The main character travels the world, meets a new lover in every country. It’s based in Italy.” He takes my feet into his lap gently, his fingers already working soothing circles into my arches.

The couple encouraged each other daily. “We’ll have money next year. Luck will finally be on our side then!” “Honey, once I get rich, I’ll treat you right!” Humans seemed to cling to dreams in hard times, like the little match girl in the snow. She lit her sticks, dreaming of warmth and comfort, only to freeze to death that winter. It was time to shatter their illusions. I had been wondering how to do it elegantly and gently. I pretended not to know anything. It was just to savor that moment of sweet satisfaction.

Dylan's POV I thanked the elderly bookseller before purchasing the novel I had been holding, though I quietly added two more books to the stack after noticing Aliya pause in front of them earlier. She never asked for expensive gifts or expected extravagant surprises, yet I had learned that the quickest way to brighten her entire day was to place a good book in her hands. The shop owner wrapped each one carefully in brown paper before tying them together with a pale blue ribbon, smiling to herself the entire time as though she had already guessed they weren't really for me. When she handed the package across the counter, she leaned toward me ever so slightly and whispered, "Keep giving her re

It's come to my notice that I actually do that to him a lot. "Rica wait!" he's voice boomed through out the library. I turned back and gave him a look like he was crazy, I mean he might have as well been, didn't he know the librarian Mrs Agboola was a no nonsense woman, she could banned us permanently from the Library. Dili probably might have not cared about that but I strongly did. The library was my only form of safehaven in school, and I was very determined to keep it that way. "I don't think the people at Zuma rock heard you well, why not be a little louder ehn" I whispered sarcastically with yet another eye roll.

"Gift?" "Yes, a Christmas present." She answered. "And yours?" The lady asked. She shrugged. "Any plans for Christmas?" "Yes, me and my blanket, snuggling on my bed," she whispered and laughed. "Too cold outside." After buying the gift she was checking out of the shop when the owner gave her the booklet, the same one she wanted to buy, " A gift for your next novel. May you have a miraculous Christmas!" She winked.

He picked it up and started reading it. That paper was a document by Hamburg, the first senator of Bingle land. The document stated, "A child will be born in Bingle and he will be the saviour of the World. Be will be given the name LEGEND OF THE JUNGLE. A time is coming where a powerful man from Jingle will enslave all the people of Bingle. But only one warrior in Bingle land can save them. Only at this time,e the war between Bingle and Jingle will end. The reader of this paper should note that the last kilometre is risky and full of wild animals."